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• Artiste: Murs & 9Th Wonder
• Titre: The Shutters
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Its this shit that don't gotta make no sense Yeah, let the haters hate Got a death wish, probably live 'til I’m 88 Grey dreadlocks and can’t see straight Won’t spit a hot 16 but got a mean 8 Clean slate, new label, new chain still Your favorite rapper ODing on his pain pills You motherfuckers can’t eat what you can’t kill Seventh level of heaven where the saints chill Spilling holy water filling up the gutter lane Blasphemy you calling out the God by any other name I’m Clubber Lang with a Hogan 'stache I’m Mr. Pink making moves with the stolen cash Buy the bar in South Dakota then I dip out Rolling with a fly native chick, she pull my dick out Sippin on a thick stout, shitting on the IPAs My niggas know I lived the dream even if I die today When raps come off the brain It's like I'm on promethazine Never leaning though because I’m gon to Bring the pain like Method Man Working out up in the rain Since back then with kool aid stains But these kool aid stain these days is very hard to clean Brothers is getting slain so I’m dying to live Over here trying to complain about the flaws in my gift You know my raps are present, the old sold is very pleseant Saying Time Is Money? Well Honey my time is well spent No Rollie but i feel like I’m straight ballin Feel like I’m on top, impossible for me to fall in But listen you know anything can happen at this moment From the souls that get took'n from the hearts that get broken To the night into the morning you know I got to shine If you can't read these lines you better read between the lines Mama taught me men should not gossip but count profit Your gift makes your stocks high just like sock stockings The last prophet, young [?] insane knowledge Never went to college my lineage is the logic Street-driven, far from a dreamer I strap my team up Never let these crackers attack you blanco suprema B.A.D is the name, searching for fame? no Nat Turner gang, you Jamie Fox in Django Strictly for the movie [?] in fact, yeah they studied me My sports got a lot of dress grabbing on them double Ds Walk the streets of LA where they tell them lies of money getting Money getting yeah but most the money getten's funny getten Hating at a high mars at a low, watch him I ain’t voting for none of these motherfucking Mayors down in Gotham I still get fresher than most, teaching the young Your history ain’t shit, what you learn at school got you dumb Other than science and math, some of that is tainted, ain't it? We lost our native language and most of it had been painted On walls and pyramid halls, in scrolls that still exist Way older than that [?] shit, ain't that a bitch? Maxin out on my power, I'm tryna line up with stars Yeah, I could have did some gang bang shit, but that ain't god Most of my killers need help and knowledge of self to stop em Before they ride around with that chopper and police chop em Our destiny is king and Queen, literally Ain't no shit you just say on some black power synergy Little wall lucky, peep the scene and I'ma warn ya Before these faggots swarm ya, I be in your corner Yeah they like Harry and Tubman moving the crowd Now watch 'em sellout that bourgeois nigga, say I'm too loud